Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody Wanna Rat, artist - The Lox. Album song Money, Power & Respect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Everybody Wanna Rat |
Uh, yo, yo |
Hey Yo it’s fucked up, in the right hand |
Flash his badge with his left hand |
On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it |
Made men, should hang with made men |
Not the wife and children, that’s when rats come in |
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich |
And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy’s bitch |
Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking |
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan |
Niggas talk to feds like, it’s a sport |
Lord forbid the head nigga get caught |
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought |
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt |
Next week he outside front, how he get out? |
Now that’s guapo nigga ?? |
his family talk ?? |
Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit |
Thinking you threw with the feds and all that |
That’s when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped |
I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops |
Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped |
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |
Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo |
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo |
Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel |
Rat, talking to the cops like that |
On a 3−4 P you can’t cop like that |
You ain’t have a chance, fly from Japan |
Talk to the judge, get you out the can |
My man had the same case (that's my word) |
Spent three years in the same place, He still there |
Came down for a pill, it was still real there |
Money came between us, know you seen us |
Move like the teamsters in the beamers |
Get blacked down and hit the cleaners |
The feds know everything, who bled and everything |
Before we got red, honeys giving us head |
Herion and guns is on the files of Styles |
But they came in the crib, lifting the towel |
Heard the sergent scream out «start stripping the child» |
And they blew down the door ?? |
snitching involved |
Wonder who? |
A boss, or a nigga under you |
Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two |
Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail |
Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |
There’s 3 sides to a story, mines yours and the truth |
What you talk for? |
They ain’t even had no proof |
But you play this street business, all in the street |
To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week |
What you expect? |
Messing with the guard so tough |
Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up |
Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up |
Now 23 hours a day you locked up |
Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up |
By some cat you supposed that shot up |
Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em |
But you scared to go upstate wit em |
Where you going, you won’t get good sleep no more |
See the street no more, or skeet no more |
Ride around in the P, with the heat no more |
From top to not even on your feet no more |
'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind |
Since they giving out jerseys, get on line |
For your football numbers, wanna take us all under |
What happened to shorty? |
They gave him tall numbers |
I don’t think so, I don’t think so either |
But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?? |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |
Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll) |
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll) |
And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll) |
When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |